Scar | Teen Wolf [Book 1]

Battlefield

Waking up the next morning was something Scarlett didn't quite understand. She thought she had died and didn't know what really happened since she was passed out or bleeding to death for most of the night. 

When her eyes fluttered open because sunlight was streaming through the crack in her curtains, her first instinct was to look around and figure out where she was. Once she realized she was in the safety of her bedroom and not a hospital bed like a normal person who was shoot would be, something in her mind clicked.

Scarlett immediately shoved the blankets off of her, realizing that she was in pajamas and not the same clothes as the day before. Though she decided to ignore that and instead pushed her shirt up to see the gunshot wound, only to see that there was nothing there. She turned to her night stand to look at her clock which read 10:00 am.

Scar subconsciously ran her tongue over her teeth as she stood up to go take a shower and prepare for the day. Once she finished she made her way downstairs and grabbed some food. On the counter was a note: Scarlett, please get some rest. Stiles said that Matt hit your head hard XOXO Mom

She crumples up the note and throws it away once she finishes eating. She then grabs her house keys and her phone, locking the front door behind her. About ten minutes later she makes it to the abandoned train station that she knows Derek and his pack are hiding in. "Derek!"

He comes out of the shadows, his blue eyes looking the brunette over. "You look better than last night."

Scarlett crosses her arms, teeth clenched, "You bit me." All Derek does is nod. "I told you to let me die. I didn't want this."

Derek briefly looks down before meeting her eyes once more, "You need to speak with Stiles. He's the one who convinced me to give you the bite."

"And I will. But just because he told you to bite me doesn't mean you had to listen. Why couldn't you respect my wishes?"

"Honestly? I almost did respect your wishes. But after hearing what Stiles said I knew I couldn't let you die. Hell I didn't want to let you die even before Stiles asked me to bite you. I knew that if I could possibly save your life I needed to give it a shot."

"It wasn't your call."

"No, but I still think I made the right decision. You'll thank me later."

Scarlett scoffed, her anger rising and eyes flashing white. Her hands squeeze into fists, "Yeah right. Maybe next time actually listen, you're supposed to be good at that, being a werewolf and all."

The moment her eyes flashed white Derek's mouth dropped open but Scarlett didn't let him say anything, turning around to walk away. "Scarlett." Derek says, grabbing her wrist.

Scarlett yanks her hand back, "Leave me the hell alone."

"Wait! Your eyes..." He trailed off.

Scar narrows her eyes in question, "What about them?"

"They flashed white."

She pauses thinking, "What does that mean? I thought Beta's have yellow eyes?"

Derek shakes his head, "I don't know. Just try to control your anger. I don't need you turning randomly."

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Instead of making her way to her house after confronting Derek, Scarlett heads to the Stilinski residence and climbs in through Stiles' window to wait for him. She lazily lays across his bed waiting to hear his arrival. At the sound of his footsteps, Scarlett pushes herself up to a seated position, waiting for the door to swing open. "Holy crap, Scar. What are you doing here?" He gasps when his gaze falls on the brunette.